the sun has risen
it's time to smile
although i'm still broken,
a mask of joy must be my profile.
the days i live
so awfully long,
how long shall i remain captive
to this hidden pain so strong?
the night is coming
with the sound of a chilling breeze,
what's kept inside too overwhelming
filling me with hidden injuries.
so exhausted
from all these fears
what is now awakened
are my sleeping tears.
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